Memories or memoirs
Neither way back nor too close.
I hit these tiny pebbles; tiny they are
But the memories they built were
never tiny or quantifiable.
I could never express before
Not even today!
Not that I want to change
Not that I want to relive
All I wish for is to accept.
Accept that the moment has passed.
All that remains are
Memories or memoirs.
They are still there and might be
be the bees that wasp around the present.
I hope not!
As I see it ceases nothing from present
Also hard to recollect all glory past
Just that I am shelled by the beauty!
Beauty of that moment
Which lasted hardly long!
Lost Book of Kerala Dairies